Leland frowned. “What vibe?”
Jett shook his head. He didn’t know how to proceed with this conversation.
“He looks like a spanker,” Derek stated, gesturing with his chin at Harrison behind the bench. “Is he a spanker?”
Jett lifted Derek’s arm off his shoulder and drifted backward. “I’m skating away from you guys now.”
“This is a safe space!” Leland also shot a look at Wolf and Bracken before he jumped the red line. “We talk about our sex lives all the time, Jetty. We want you to feel like you can do the same.”
Jett continued to back away, tapping his stick lightly on the ice. “The sex is earth-shattering, yes he spanks, and if you two idiots really want to know what it’s like to fuck a hockey player, book a hotel room and figure it out.” He saluted them with a middle finger. “See you at the puck drop.”
“Book a room with who?!” Leland called across the ice, but Jett had already left to find a puck.
He wasnottaking time out of his day to deal with that. They were both as straight as a ruler and would never understand his suggestion.
Jett powered forward with his puck and shot it, scoring a top-shelf goal over Powers’s shoulder.
“Show off!” Powers called after him. “You’re only acting cool because you’re the coach’s pet!”
Jett glanced toward their bench, where Harrison was watching them all while making notes, talking to Coach Adams.
He grinned at Jason and said, “Can you blame me?”
Powers punched his fist into his glove, blue eyes bright from laughter. “Actually, not really. I’d love to have someone to show off to.”
Jett failed to keep his eyes from finding Bracken near the red line, where he was talking to the Captain of the Barbarians.
Nope. Not doing it.
He skated a couple more laps to properly warm up before he went to the locker room. He flopped onto the bench and pulled off his gloves to fish his phone out of his bag before Coach could catch him with it. He had a few messages from his dad and Jin, so he sent a text to his dad before switching to the messages from Jin.
Jin: I’m watching your game. I’ll try not to jerk off whenever they show Harrison’s face at the bench.
This was said in their group chat, so Jett had to fight to keep from laughing at Arlo’s response.
Arlo: Gross. Fuck you.
Harrison: Please refrain.
And because Jett was feeling bratty, he added to the chaos.
Jett:I give you permission, Park. Carry on.
He hadn’t spoken to Arlo since everything with Mike that morning, but he knew it was coming. He was surprised that he hadn’t received a long rant about how disappointed Mini Killinger was with him for reading the filth Mike had sent.
Again, it was coming.
Jin: I’m playing against Blanchard tomorrow. I can’t wait. Nothing riles a straight man more than a twink with pink hair playing sports.
True, but Blanchard wasn’t straight. Not that Jin knew that.
When he said that in reply, Jin was very quick to text back.
Jin: No fucking way. That’s even better.
Jett didn’t know how it was better in Jin’s mind, but he was scared to ask.
Jin: I’ll add him to the chat tomorrow after I get his number.
